Walking through someone else’s house naked is…terrifying. And thrilling. Along with the fact that Malik and I have never been naked together. I've never been technically naked with anyone; I didn't let my ex see much of me in our short dating window with everything done in the back of a dark car.
It’s not hard to find where he wants me to go. The second floor is essentially one giant room behind a set of thick wooden double doors. The lights in the room are dim, but warmth and light shines from the bathroom.
Malik is in the tub. And by tub, I mean a pool of water that’s nearly the size of the bathroom in my apartment. Water drips from his hair like he just dunked underneath. The glimpse I have of his body…
Fuck.
I squeeze my legs together as he takes me in.
“I wasn’t sure if candles would be too much,” he says with a smirk.
The light in the bathroom is warm and buttery and comforting. “Maybe too much for the first time.”
There’s still tomato sauce on my skin. I’m very aware of it as I walk to the tub and slip into it. Malik meets me halfway, arms coming around my body and drawing me down into the delicious, searing heat of the bath.
“Time to get you clean.” The way he says it makes it feel like he’s saying anything but that. But I relax into him as he swipes a washcloth slowly across the skin of my chest. Lower, where I’d stained my legs, and when he abandons the washcloth entirely and slips his hand between my thighs, I gasp.
His mouth brushes my neck where it meets my shoulder, a hot kiss that runs directly down to meet where his fingers are toying. Barely brushing me, just feathery light touches that aren’t nearly enough.
Malik settles us against the back of the tub. “That wasn’t the dinner I’d intended,” he said. “But I can’t argue with the outcome.”
Holy shit. I am naked in a bathtub with Malik Ellis and he’s about to fuck my brains out. I’m not sure that my mind can fully process that fact, and arousal pours through my body like I’ve been shoved under a running fountain of it.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“That this can’t possibly be real.”
Using his legs, Malik spreads mine wide, allowing him to enter me with his fingers and brush my clit with his thumb. “How’s this? Does this feel real to you?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He continues his slow exploration of me while my body tries to get more out of him. My hips rock toward his fingers, and finally, I reach down and cover his hand with mine.
“Stop,” he says.
I do.
“Take your hands and put them behind your back.”
The sound that comes out of me is one that I can’t help, but I still obey. My arms are now trapped between my body and his. Which is why he wants them there. Because like this, with his hand toying with me, I’m at his mercy.
Behind me, his cock is hard and thick. I can almost reach it with my hands, but I don’t dare. Not yet, anyway. “This is your reward,” he says softly. “For earlier.”
His fingers are moving, circling my clit and giving the pressure I need. With him pressing and curling his fingers into me, to that place that feels so impossibly good, it’s like the pleasure is zinging back and forth between those two little bundles of nerves and they’re going to make me explode.
Malik knows. I don’t know how he knows, but he knows exactly how to touch me to get that sharp, erotic sensation to rise and make my breath fall short. I’m not in control of this orgasm. He is. Directing my body with his hand and it happens so fast that I can’t hold it back.
Can’t breathe, can’t do anything. The sound of my voice is loud and echoing in the bathroom along with the splashing because I’m writhing in his arms. I can’t stop it. The orgasm rips through me and leaves me spent, relaxed.
“Very nice.”
My voice is hoarse. “I know that was my reward, but I’m very much hoping that’s not the only thing that you have planned for tonight.”
Malik’s low laugh has my hair standing on end and goosebumps rising on my skin. “Not even close, Erin.”
“Good.”
“Now that you’re clean,” he says, “it’s time for bed.”
It feels effortless when he lifts me from the bath and wraps me in a towel. “Are these towels warm?”
He nods toward a cabinet with a glass door and a light inside. “Warmer.”
“Oh my God, I could get used to that.”
He chuckles before carrying me to the bed and spreading me out. “No,” he says, “that wasn’t the last thing that I have planned. Because I’m not going another day without knowing what your pussy tastes like.”